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Motor Gul ripped night's rest,
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On the road racing rocker young,
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Black paint decked germoshlem
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And etotparen he was familiar everywhere and everything.

He drove to the entrance every evening,
There Maple his girlfriend he waited
And they rode from the night until the morning
And all the more beautiful for him it was.

Then one day he drove up to the entrance,
There Maple his girlfriend he was waiting,
And at the entrance is a black Volga
And that girl is already kissing the other.

And the guy she did not not say a word,
He sat down to Java and a full jazz filed
And shone the spotlight along roads,
On BLOAT he did not hit the brakes.

And the road is a monument to him
And she comes to him every night,
"Forgive me my dear, I have sinned against you"
And the tears pouring out of her brown eyes river.

The roar of the motor does not break the night's rest,
On the way, do not rush the young rocker,
Black helmet worn hanging on the cross
And the guy he was familiar everywhere and all